ch4: School
"DADDY!" Stumbling, Bryana made her way slowly to her father. He reached out to her, his face a tone of caring. The glass eyepatch distorted his right eye a little bit more than usual, but it was him.
Vyse.
'Almost there.' Finally, she stopped a step before him, for she was suddenly taller, more aware of things, more sensitive. Now, she was looking out from a forest of bright red leaves..she blinked back tears.
"Daddy."
His image wavered, splitting in half. Trembling, she reached out again and touched his ghostly sleeve.
"I miss you, Daddy."
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"Bryana...wake up, Bryana......BRYANA!"
"AH!" Bryana snapped her head up off her desk and blinked stupidly at her algebra teacher, who was glaring down at her. A brightly painted nail tapped her desk.
"Mind if you join us, Bryana?" A frown the size of Valua topped off her look. The blue eyes peeked over the eyelide of her, and looked deep inside Bryana, making the teen feel like a nobody.
She gulped. "Uh, no." Looking around, she saw everyone had their textbooks open and grabbed hers out of her bag, flipping pages back and forth. "I'm here. What page was it?"
The teacher sighed, exasperated, and stood in front of the class again. "Honestly, can anyone remember when Bryana DIDN'T fall asleep? Now, look at the board," her eyebrows peaked and a nail pointed at the greenboard, where the words "Pg. 682" were clearly written. Seeing Bryana flip to that page, she continued to drone on and on about how the basic principles of inequalities...
BRRRRING! Chairs scraped the floor and books closed in everyone's mad attempt to leave the classroom. Bryana sighed, packed up each and every one of her notebooks, and walked sleepily out of the room, under the watchful eye of the Ms. Leifer.
In the halls, the usual flood of smelly, disgusting, sweaty kids littered everywhere, making Bryana feel sick. A black, chlorine bleached head bobbed through the crowd, making her more alert. In a flash, the girl whose hair she had seen was right next to her. The girl smiled at Bryana knowingly.
"Hey, fell asleep again?"
"Yeah. When have I not?" The two friends made their way to their lockers, glad that last period was over.
"Oh my gosh, you would NOT believe what happened!" The pigtails bounced up and down, making everyone stare. Bryana put a hand on her shoulder to stop, and she settled down.
"Mea, lemme guess. You got an A+ on your social studies project, that, mind you, I worked on for the past two weeks by myself when you were at swimming lessons. And that wasn't MY project, it was yours." She smirked.
The asian rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulders, "Well, that too, but-"
Suddenly, two big arms reached around Bryana's waist and lifted her up. Yelling angrily, she kicked the person and landed on her back on the plaster floor. The boy laughed, flexing his muscles.
"Man, when will you figure out you're just falling for me everytime you see me?"
"When I see you grave and die laughing." She retorted and picked up her books. Mea bent down to help, keeping the two seperated. He laughed and walked down the hall, swinging his binder around, and calling back, "See ya t'morrow, babe!" and disappeared in the crowd.
"I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!!" Bryana leapt up while everyone around them laughed, and stormed after him.
"Bryana! Let it go!" Mea ran after her, leaving the books on the floor, and dragged the fuming rehead back. "Just drop it!"
they stood there in the hall, standing, panting, even when everyone left to go home for a nice relaxing weekend. Then Bryana took a deep breath.
"You're right. I guess I'll just have to deal with it." She bent to pick up her books, and spun the combination on her locker. Mea, her locker being right next to hers, leaned against the row and spun the lock lazily. Looking up, seeing her best friend's still red face, and sighed.
"Okay, Bryana. Enough with the drama. Just ignore him."
Bryana spun around, swiped her sweaty bangs from her eyes, and breathed. "Don't you think I've tried that?"
Mea kept her cool. "Yes. Just try harder, Bryana Whinging." She only spoke people's last names when she was completelt serious, or she was imitating someone. Bryana's temper calmed down a notch.
"Okay. Fine. Whatever you say." As if she were in a dream, she slung her backpack on her back and closed her locker door. "Now, are we walking to my house or yours?"
"Yours. Mike's planning on making something gross for his science project, as if he needs anything more. He got everything on his Christmas list, while I only got nutin from mine. Only clothes, and yes, I asked for that snowflake sweater, the one that was fifty dollars, but my mom said absoluttely no way, and she got me a sweater that says daddy's little girl on it. It's too horrible." Mea grimaced, and grabbed her satchel from her locker. "Man, I must be the only one who uses these things anymore in the universe." She started down the hall.
Bryana froze. 'Arcadia had satchels.. bet they hadn't heard of Christmas, though.' She took a staggering breath and followed her friend, forcing a smile on her face. "Yeah," she said aloud, not caring if Mea heard her, "Yeah, I'll ignore Scott Trewin."
"DADDY!" Stumbling, Bryana made her way slowly to her father. He reached out to her, his face a tone of caring. The glass eyepatch distorted his right eye a little bit more than usual, but it was him.
Vyse.
'Almost there.' Finally, she stopped a step before him, for she was suddenly taller, more aware of things, more sensitive. Now, she was looking out from a forest of bright red leaves..she blinked back tears.
"Daddy."
His image wavered, splitting in half. Trembling, she reached out again and touched his ghostly sleeve.
"I miss you, Daddy."
~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~
"Bryana...wake up, Bryana......BRYANA!"
"AH!" Bryana snapped her head up off her desk and blinked stupidly at her algebra teacher, who was glaring down at her. A brightly painted nail tapped her desk.
"Mind if you join us, Bryana?" A frown the size of Valua topped off her look. The blue eyes peeked over the eyelide of her, and looked deep inside Bryana, making the teen feel like a nobody.
She gulped. "Uh, no." Looking around, she saw everyone had their textbooks open and grabbed hers out of her bag, flipping pages back and forth. "I'm here. What page was it?"
The teacher sighed, exasperated, and stood in front of the class again. "Honestly, can anyone remember when Bryana DIDN'T fall asleep? Now, look at the board," her eyebrows peaked and a nail pointed at the greenboard, where the words "Pg. 682" were clearly written. Seeing Bryana flip to that page, she continued to drone on and on about how the basic principles of inequalities...
BRRRRING! Chairs scraped the floor and books closed in everyone's mad attempt to leave the classroom. Bryana sighed, packed up each and every one of her notebooks, and walked sleepily out of the room, under the watchful eye of the Ms. Leifer.
In the halls, the usual flood of smelly, disgusting, sweaty kids littered everywhere, making Bryana feel sick. A black, chlorine bleached head bobbed through the crowd, making her more alert. In a flash, the girl whose hair she had seen was right next to her. The girl smiled at Bryana knowingly.
"Hey, fell asleep again?"
"Yeah. When have I not?" The two friends made their way to their lockers, glad that last period was over.
"Oh my gosh, you would NOT believe what happened!" The pigtails bounced up and down, making everyone stare. Bryana put a hand on her shoulder to stop, and she settled down.
"Mea, lemme guess. You got an A+ on your social studies project, that, mind you, I worked on for the past two weeks by myself when you were at swimming lessons. And that wasn't MY project, it was yours." She smirked.
The asian rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulders, "Well, that too, but-"
Suddenly, two big arms reached around Bryana's waist and lifted her up. Yelling angrily, she kicked the person and landed on her back on the plaster floor. The boy laughed, flexing his muscles.
"Man, when will you figure out you're just falling for me everytime you see me?"
"When I see you grave and die laughing." She retorted and picked up her books. Mea bent down to help, keeping the two seperated. He laughed and walked down the hall, swinging his binder around, and calling back, "See ya t'morrow, babe!" and disappeared in the crowd.
"I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!!" Bryana leapt up while everyone around them laughed, and stormed after him.
"Bryana! Let it go!" Mea ran after her, leaving the books on the floor, and dragged the fuming rehead back. "Just drop it!"
they stood there in the hall, standing, panting, even when everyone left to go home for a nice relaxing weekend. Then Bryana took a deep breath.
"You're right. I guess I'll just have to deal with it." She bent to pick up her books, and spun the combination on her locker. Mea, her locker being right next to hers, leaned against the row and spun the lock lazily. Looking up, seeing her best friend's still red face, and sighed.
"Okay, Bryana. Enough with the drama. Just ignore him."
Bryana spun around, swiped her sweaty bangs from her eyes, and breathed. "Don't you think I've tried that?"
Mea kept her cool. "Yes. Just try harder, Bryana Whinging." She only spoke people's last names when she was completelt serious, or she was imitating someone. Bryana's temper calmed down a notch.
"Okay. Fine. Whatever you say." As if she were in a dream, she slung her backpack on her back and closed her locker door. "Now, are we walking to my house or yours?"
"Yours. Mike's planning on making something gross for his science project, as if he needs anything more. He got everything on his Christmas list, while I only got nutin from mine. Only clothes, and yes, I asked for that snowflake sweater, the one that was fifty dollars, but my mom said absoluttely no way, and she got me a sweater that says daddy's little girl on it. It's too horrible." Mea grimaced, and grabbed her satchel from her locker. "Man, I must be the only one who uses these things anymore in the universe." She started down the hall.
Bryana froze. 'Arcadia had satchels.. bet they hadn't heard of Christmas, though.' She took a staggering breath and followed her friend, forcing a smile on her face. "Yeah," she said aloud, not caring if Mea heard her, "Yeah, I'll ignore Scott Trewin."